I so know what you mean Granny. My youngest son is an addict. He was a tenth degree black belt, health food nut and exceptional Chinese food cook. One night I am told he tried 'crack' while at his job as a bouncer for a band. That was in 1994 and he and his wife lived in my home. I noticed he was becoming abusive so stuck my nose in offering to get him medical help, it was my home afterall and I didn't raise any abusers. Long story short, they moved out and I haven't seen him since. That was 16 years ago. I have cried and worried until my heart just finally seems to have dried up. I don't think of him anymore at all...
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